I blog for Tuesday's Treasure

Some months ago, I discovered Faithful Mommy and her Tuesday's Treasure Challenge. What a great idea! What a great way to learn more about other blogging friends. Try it--go to Faithful Mommy's site and click on her link of other blogging friends who have posted their treasures. You, too, may get hooked!

Today, in honor of our week of Blogging about Blogging, I would like to share with you my treasure. If you have been visiting for awhile, you know that our daughter was married last August. What a day it was! In this photo, she is holding my Grandmother's Bible. It is my most treasured item. Need I even say, my daughter is a treasure as well (as I have posted ad nauseum!), but today's Tuesday Treasure is my Grandmother's Bible.

I was born to a single mom in the mid-50's. I was the first grandchild for her parents. I was born under chaotic circumstances, but my grandmother's love was a calming presence. She looked beyond the drama of my existence, she loved me regardless. Growing up, I spent hours, days, weeks, and every available opportunity with my Grandma. She was my role model, she was my hero, she was my heart.

She died when I was ten years old. Because I was her first grandchild, I received her beloved Bible upon her death. Memories filled my grieving heart as I remembered sitting next to her every Sunday morning and evening as she wrote notes at the side of the verses our Pastor was preaching from. As tears flowed from my abandoned ten-year-old heart, I remembered her hands cupped over my hands as we prayed for my mother and father. As I grew up, I would treasure each yellowing, brittle page of her Bible, each soaked with her prayer warrior tears.

Still, how could I face my world without my life-support? Following her death, my heart hardened as I faced the world alone. My teen years were barren, still, my Grandmother's Bible was never far from my faltering spirit. Years later, when I dedicated my life to same LORD that she spent her life loving, I held her Bible near my heart as I prayed my sinners prayer. Somehow, I knew, that my Grandmother was rejoicing in heaven as the angels sang.

My Grandmother's Bible holds a place of honor in my heart. It represents the love of a Chrisitan woman; the difference Jesus' love can make for redemption. Like God, who promises our sins are washed away--as far as the east is from the west; my Grandmother never saw the blemish that started my life. She saw who I would become in Jesus!

It was only right that on the day that my daughter, her great-granddaughter, was married, that she hold my Grandmother's Bible. It represents a circle of life that has been broken; replacing pain and anguish with joy and blessing! It represents the power of prayer, the power of Jesus' love, and the power of a Grandmother! As my daughter's hand held my Grandmother's Bible that day, I quietly wept tears of joy as I remembered the love of my Grandmother's hands holding mine while her legacy whispered, "He will supply your every need, baby. Just trust Jesus."

There is a wealth of treasure in those words alone!